These are just a few random thoughts from my last 24 hours — I hope you enjoy them.
Yesterday evening, as I was standing outside, breathing in cold, misty air, waiting for the piddling rain to turn into actual snow, I thought that it would be wonderful if I could just hold on to this feeling, this weather. I wished I could just grab hold of this feeling of being in a cloud of cold misty air, then close my eyes and feel this way for a few hours or days longer.
But, of course, I could not. I could no more hold on to the weather and the feelings from it than I could lift a car. On the plus side, negative feelings as well — pain and grief, those are sometimes hard to hold on to as well. This is just my verbose way of saying, “This, too, shall pass.” Thinking you can bottle and preserve feelings for later use was childish thinking, hoping for magic that I don’t even believe in.
Another joy in my day is reading a good book. I know I have mentioned this author before, but he is definitely deserving of another mention. His name is Christopher Fowler, and I am talking about his Bryant & May of the Peculiar Crimes Unit (PCU) series. I am currently reading the 19th book in the series. But, by all means, I recommend starting with the first one, Full Dark House. They are all great.
If you think of Arthur Bryant as Sherlock Holmes and John May as (a smarter) Dr. Watson, you can look at this series with a slightly different eye. London is its own character here, as intertwined in the mysteries as the roots of an old tree. I go on a London travelogue every time I read them — and I learn fascinating things. Every time.
But it is the lightness, the funniness of these books, despite the usual heavies of rape, murder and theft that marks them unique. Mr. Fowler writes effervescently. I don’t even know how to describe the pure jealousy I feel when I read this effortless-reading pleasure. I want to describe and quote from the book I am reading or the books I’ve read prior, but at the same time, I don’t want to take away, even for a moment, the next reader’s experiences. PCU deals with ridiculous crimes, twists and secrets galore, and somehow, the protagonists live another day in circumstances that get worse and worse from book to book. Just when you think circumstances can’t possibly get any worse than them, you think wrong. Acerbic wit, great writing, super plotting — a delicious read.
A third joy of my day was watching my son and his girlfriend make a cake today, to take to their friends’ house. They’ve been baking lately, already baking cookies and merengues, among other dishes. The smell from the kitchen was wonderful, and the end product looked really delicious. After visiting the friend’s house, he brought back a couple of pieces, which was very thoughtful. And the cake was delicious — light and fluffy. The frosting was not blended well, but my husband and I opted to not mention the occasional crunchy bit of sugar — because he already knew it, and one does not insult a gift of cake.
A final joy of the day was having my daughter come home and wanting to enjoy an old episode of Psych. We laughed together, looked for the hidden pineapple and just enjoyed a bit of time together.
These are my random thoughts and joys.